**Behind the Veil of Trust**

Why did you abuse me,
in the quiet corners of our laughter,
where smiles danced like shadows on our faces?
Your words, once silk, transformed to thorns,
pricked at the tender edges of my heart,
leaving trails of confusion—
did the sun tilt, or did I simply misread the sky?

You adorned your accusations like a crown,
tracing patterns of doubt upon my brow,
sowing seeds of mistrust in the fertile soil of our bond.
Each lie—small but sharp—carving deep into my spirit,
tainting memories once cherished,
as if laughter was just a prelude to the storm,
a masquerade where reality was masked.

Why, when I opened my heart
unveiling fragile truths in the sunlight,
did you weave a tapestry of deception,
each thread a reflection of my weakness,
as if my vulnerabilities
were a canvas for your own fabrications?
Was it fear that birthed your cruelty,
or was my light simply too bright?

In those dark nights,
I searched the stars for answers,
but found instead the echoes of your destructive words,
the weight of your accusations pressing down,
like an anchor dragging me into the depths,
where light was but a whisper,
and hope flickered like a distant flame.

I wish for clarity...